The monster brushed past Victoria and dashed into the cornfield, heading towards the location where the fireworks were blossoming.
Victoria let out a sigh of relief and turned to find her mother in the midst of giving birth.
The sight that met her eyes was horrifying—
Her mother's floral dress was soaked in blood, which was slowly oozing from her sitting position forming two streams towards the drain. Even the edge of the bathtub was marked with bloody handprints.
Her mother, her hands stained in blood, was silently panting, holding her newborn baby whose amniotic fluid still hadn't dried up.
At the sight of Victoria intact, a look of relief and joy shone instantly on her face as she tried to stand up.
Victoria rushed to support her.
Their father also hurriedly arrived, and he and his wife tightly embraced each other.
"?" Victoria was taken aback, was this a time for expressing emotions?
She smacked her Old Dad on the head.